RETURN TICKET.

A Rose/anti-Rose, Doctor/anti-Doctor adventure.

Chapter One: Objective: Rose

It was a pretty uneventful day for anti-Rose Tyler. The black-haired

nineteen year old hadn't seen or heard from the Doctor in her reality

since his sound trouncing by the black-haired Doctor and the blonde

version of her four months or so ago. They had stayed with her and

her mother until they, with the help of the Rani and the Master,

mended his TARDIS and the three Time Lords had put their heads

together to work out how to put the displaced Rose and Doctor back

in their time.

Anti-Rose had been intrigued to discover that the Master and

Rani in the other reality were also opponents of that reality's Doctor,

and pretty vicious opponents at that. Not that they'd talked at any

great length about it, although anti-Rose found that the blonde Rose's

Doctor was fairly conversational at times.

Anti-Rose hadn't been idle, and in fact had accompanied the

Rani and Master in their travels a couple of times since, and had

decided to sit out of their latest escapade. Her mother was worried

enough about the Doctor causing her grief, without having to worry

about Cybermen, Daleks, Slitheen and Gelth killing her too. So yes,

all in all it had been quiet and peaceful over the week after she'd

disembarked from the Master's TARDIS, not that she was particularly

bothered about that. It was nice to not have to run, or look over her

shoulder, or have to help either of the two Time Lords if they took on

more than they'd bargained for.

As she headed for her friend Sharene's house, she caught the

faint sound of a familiar wheezing, groaning sound. She paused. She

had heard enough of the Master's TARDIS engines recently that she

could tell this was not his TARDIS returning from wherever he and

the Rani had last gone, so that only left the Doctor. She sighed. This,

it seemed, was the end of her peace and quiet. She strained her ears

to try and work out where the sound was coming from. Maybe if she

got there quick enough, she could follow the Doctor and find out what

he was doing here.

Anti-Rose frowned. The sound was getting louder, but she still

couldn't tell what direction it was coming from. She turned in a circle,

straining her ears. It seemed to be coming from every direction at

once. Not only that, but she was seeing things. She could see ghostly

outlines of TARDIS roundels, a console, a figure by it, getting clearer

and clearer. Then she realised what was happening.

The Doctor-the one from her reality-was materialising his TARDIS

around her.

With a last groan, the TARDIS interior and it's occupant became fully

solid. He was leaning against the console, hand on the door control,

smiling at her. He made no move towards her as she skirted around

him and made a run for the TARDIS doors. They would not budge.

"It's no good, they're locked. You're coming on a trip with me today.

You might want to sit down, Rose Tyler." The Doctor told her. "This

could get bumpy." He indicated the battered old chair by the rail.

Surprised at his attitude, but knowing that he was probably telling

the truth about the probable bumpy ride, she abandoned her fight

with the recalcitrant doors and sat in the seat, strapping herself in.

"Okay, how did you know exactly where to materialise tom

catch me?" she asked. "I have my doubts it was just good luck-or

bad, in my case."

"I scattered some tracer nanites on your hair last time we met, just

in case." He told her. He took out his sonic screwdriver, set it, and

wandered over to where she sat. Abruptly he used it to fuse the

metal fastenings of the straps. Anti-Rose swore. She should have

realised that her safety was not high on the Doctor's list of priorities.

It had been a trap.

"Really, Rose Tyler, language." He said. He made another adjustment

on the sonic screwdriver, pointing it at her. It was the last thing she

saw as she blacked out.